watching bad tv tonight while b. was working in his downstairs office. he came up for dinner and such. we ended up watching the bulk of titanic. let me say, for the record, in case you don't know me, i really really cannot watch bill paxton on screen without physical pain. anyway. b. was headed back down, and i said "but you haven't seen the sip shink yet". i do this all the time - switch letters. call it dyslexic tongue. anyway, he said "that's ok, i know what happens. the sip shinks".

yes, i know, that's 15 seconds you'll never get back.

random playa memory: b. found a xeroxed poster blowing around. "MISSING: Painting. The Scream by Eduard Munch. If found please contact Black Rock City rangers in Center Camp".

it's been a fairly quiet weekend. saw harry potter on friday night, slept in both saturday and sunday, went kite flying saturday afternoon. sunday's activities were the dog park (thanks tom for helping me hop the fence with buck) and the fremont street fair/octoberfest for a couple of hours. i've been totally jonsing to shop, but i have no budget for that right now. and in the right mood i like the sunday market. however i realized that for the most part i don't need any more crap. particularly not glass pipes, silver rings (mostly) or wonderful goofy and unwearable wool felted hats from nepal (mostly).

there was one vendor that stood out, and she reminded me somewhat of the bonnie-heart-clyde stuff (which i love). she is bella sisters. one coat in particular i was so sad to leave behind. even so, what i need is not the coat, it's a sewing machine.

i crave a sewing machine.

do i need it? no. but i want it. i have everything i need and then some. i'm a lucky girl that way. oh, but it would be good to find a great job. that i need.

enough rambling. this is what happens when there's nothing happening.